Because I'm listening to the sweet sound of indie rock, the emotions of the slow hum filling my lungs with breathless sadness. I can't sleep; my mind is spinning with thoughts of your heart, and I swear it's pumping blood to the beat of this song. The whispers of the guitar speak to the sad girl in me, begging to come out of the cage you had put her in. She's screaming, pleading, and won't be quiet until she's either out or sedated. I don't want to set her free, but her tiny arms are prying open the cage bars and pulling my brain in her place. I need you to keep her at bay.
